Today I cried.

After the three hour bus ride from Dallas to Oklahoma City and getting settled into the hotel, I walked over to the Memorial for the boming of the Federal Building in 1995. The memorial was solemn, dramatic and provided for some nice photos, however the museum started off showing that it was a normal day...and then you go into the next room where they play the Water Board (which was across the street) meeting tape and you hear the explosion...then you go through the rest of the museum. The displays were effective but the part that put me over the edge was the pictures of the people who died along with little artifacts from their life or things that they loved. It just really hit home for me.

Bad Blogger

I've been a bad bad bad bad blogger...
The past three weeks have been spent recovering from my illness that lasted about 3 to 4 weeks longer than I wanted.
And spending most of my free time sleeping...though I will try and get caught up and maybe post a picture or two (or more).

But I am feeling much better...and am loving being in Texas!
(The weather being in the 70s and 80s may play a part in why I'm loving Texas and feeling better)